It was a rainy and slightly muggy Tuesday evening as I caught up with Ken Tanaka in Tokyo’s Shinjuku district. Amidst the neon blur of Shinjuku, we found ourselves enjoying Japanese “oden” and sharing some wonderful conversation. Thank you Ken for taking the time to meet up and converse.
I hope you will find the [...]
I am working on media for both the Vimeo channel and a new (as of today) Youtube channel for Eyeslit’s viral content. At this point, you can experience original music and abstract viral projects. The viral addresses are:
Eyeslit-Tube
Eyeslit-Vimeo
Both channels contain almost identical content, so please choose your favorite and check back regularly as there [...]
Ten Sunday morning album recommendations for blissful passage and solitary contemplation. What they all hold in common for me is their ability to create a certain kind of mood, a dream-like state of almost cinematic beauty. Perhaps they will serve you well, too:
1. Harold Budd: La Bella Vista
2. Willits + Sakamoto: Ocean Fire
3. Daniel Lanois: [...]
Today, amidst a rainy May day, my copy of Bonnie “Prince” Billy’s new album “Lie Down in the Light” arrived. What is refreshing is that I know that this album will remain with me. That is, I will be returning to this music for a long time to come. I knew this even before I [...]
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Stagger, sway only into the last haul.
Jagged feet of my own that realize
such a haunting dread of displacement.
The self subsumed by currents, by the Bleak.
A path through the dense green thickness
and now an opening with branches like tendrils
tendons tickling scraping the face gently.
This, the first limping leg of the journey.
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And then, a gap, the [...]
Dripping shards of grass
The obfuscated sun-slime
of a bleak current
Encircle toward the Vague
If only to sink within
The shivering self
and a wind-whipped umbrella
I stumbled at last
Not so luminous under
a silk quilt epiphany
Night cold hum and whistle from outside the window. A man standing too soft to see. The breeze floating once has now been stifled, shut off just a steady wave remains piercing the air, a dog whistle, a tone. Night cold hum and gristle from the dinnertime pork, the supple fat mashing between yellow teeth. [...]
Yesterday I made a viral video reading of Samuel Beckett’s poem “Neither.”
It is silent. I had originally recorded myself reading the poem and layered it over the top of the video, but decided against inserting it into the video. Watching it silently after reading the poem left an interesting resonance, which hopefully you will appreciate. [...]
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